I DO NOT OWN THE BREAKFAST CLUB. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND HOMOPHOBIC LANGUAGE, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

MacCormac Community College. Chicago, Illinois. August 30, 1984.

(Luke)

I spent the morning perfecting my sketch of Allison. Thankfully, she had not pressured me about seeing it because I was not ready to show her. It wasn't that I was ashamed of the drawing or anything like that. I just preferred that my subject not actually see my work until it is one hundred percent finished. I finally finished by the time that class started and to be honest, I was pretty amazed by what I saw. It was Allison sitting on a chair near the window with the dandelion in her hand. I looked at it over and over again and I was floored by how utterly gorgeous Allison was in that moment. To be honest, I guess I had never really appreciated how pretty Allison Reynolds truly was. I had always been drawn to Claire and Bender had swooped in and swept her off her feet. To be honest, I couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed that I had never seen her truly beauty until now. If I am being completely honest, this is what had always drawn me to art in general. It had a way of helping you see things or people in a different way that maybe your eyes alone just couldn't do. It made me think of Allison never being appreciated by anyone in her life and I made a promise to myself that I would be better. When class time came around, I turned the sketch in before focusing on the work for that period. The professor was mainly talking how a sketch was a good foundation for learning how to paint since the 2 art forms were not so far apart. When class finally came to an end, I was stopped by the professor before I could leave.

"Henderson, I wanted to say that I was really impressed by the sketch that you turned in today." Professor Ringwald said as she handed me back my sketch of Allison with an A+ written in the corner. It reminded me a lot of when I had turned in my story about the Breakfast Club to Mrs. Schmidt at Shermer High. After the Breakfast Club had drifted apart, those days seemed like a lifetime ago now.

"I appreciate it professor, thanks." I says as she handed me the sketch.

"You're going to make a fine artist someday and you should tell that girl how you feel." she said with a wink as I damn near choked. The idea of me having feelings for Allison seemed way too far fetched after my break up with Claire.

"We'll see, catch you tomorrow Professor." I said with a weak chuckle as I tried to brush it off as a teacher making a joke, but after Professor Ringwald put the idea of maybe having feelings for Allison in my head, I found that they just wouldn't leave.

Later that evening.

After class was done for the day, i was getting ready to catch a bus back to Allison's apartment. I was waiting by the bus stop when I saw a group of jocks getting dangerously close to me. At first, I thought that they were just looking to pick up chicks. Then, one of them pointed me out and I knew that I was in a shit ton of trouble.

"Well well, look who it is: Luke Henderson, Art Fag!" one of them declared as the frat boys surrounded me.

"Why don't you piss off." I shot back as they laughed.

"You know, it wasn't cool of you, breaking Claire's heart." another said as it dawned on me that they must go to Loyola College. Was Claire really that petty to send frat boys to kick my ass.

"So what, Claire sent you to do her dirty work?" I asked, trying to stand my ground.

"She didn't have to, we volunteered. Besides, I think that Chicago has a No Homos Allowed Policy." The third frat boy stated as I'd finally had enough.

"It does seem to have an open door policy for assholes though." I shot back as they immediately pounced on me. I tried to protect myself as best I could as the frat boys continued to pound and kick me. I could see some blood splattering as they tried stomp on my head. The attack went on for about 8 minutes, even though it felt like 2 hours. Eventually, I heard sirens and a couple of cops pulled up and started going after the frat boys. The assholes tried to run, but the cops managed to stop them all. I slowly got to my feet, but I felt like shit and odds were the I looked as bad as I felt.

"You boys are spending the night in lockup." one of the cops said as they kept shouting slurs at me, but luckily I was too out of it to really pay much attention to them. One of the cops came over to me and started to check me out.

"You OK man, you want us to call an ambulance?" he asked as I shook my head. The last thing that I wanted to do was be stuck at a hospital with the sights and smells of people dead or dying all around me.

"No thanks...I just want to get back to my place." I said as i struggled to balance myself. One of the officers offered to drive me back and I wasn't really in a position to refuse. After I got to the apartment, the officer gave me his card and said that they could be coming by tomorrow to get an official statement from me so that I could press charges against the assholes if I wanted to. I just took the card & gave him a nod as I slowly made my way up the stairs and knocked on the door. When Allison answered the door, her face was overflowing with shock and concern as I finally collapsed into her arms.

"Luke...what in the Hell happened to you?" She asked as she held onto me tightly.

"Claire has friends...in low places..." I stuttered before finally passing out.

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